American Fame and Fortune Chapter 14

Chapter 14: No benefit, no contribution

In the office on the second floor of the Beast House, Vincent's cowboy hat was pushed down very low, casting a large shadow on his face. The protruding aquiline nose seemed to peck at the heart's core.

　　Nightclub publicist Michael was inexplicably flustered and quickly covered it up with words: "The House of Beasts has been open for less than a month. It takes time to accumulate customers, fame and reputation."

He has promoted a bar with mainly male customers, but this is the first time for a bar with mainly female customers. He cannot take the blame: "You are too impatient, and running a business requires a process."

 Vincent spoke calmly: "That's not what you said when you got the commission 25 days ago."

Thinking of the US$10,000 commission, Michael cheered up: "Give me another month. It's not that I don't work hard, but that there is a problem with the environment."

It was impossible to return the money, and he didn't have that much money in his hand: “You also know, Georgia's **** regulations, we can't advertise directly in the media and shopping malls, we can only do private promotion. Now the Conservative Methodist Association is everywhere To cause trouble, the media and public opinion add fuel to the flames.”

Vincent didn't even raise his eyelids: “Where is the big star you promised coming to the club to have fun?”

 Can't advertise directly, but there is no problem with side news reports of big stars appearing in the club.

Michael said: “I'm still in touch.”

 Vincent raised his head slightly, his aquiline nose getting sharper: "As a female star in Georgia, if you can't hire Julia Roberts, you can also hire Holly Hunter."

 Michael was dumbfounded, these two Oscar-winning actresses!

 Vincent said slowly: "You asked for a reward of 10,000 US dollars, and I gave it to you. Do you know why?"

Michael said bravely: "I'm worth the price."

Vincent raised a finger: "First, I want to use money to mobilize your enthusiasm." He raised another finger: "Second, I am sure to recover the corresponding price."

 Michael leaned forward, unconsciously pleading: "Give me a little more time."

Vincent picked up the phone and dialed the bar: "Bruce, let me know. The place will be cleared in fifteen minutes. No one is allowed to leave work. An internal meeting will be held."

 Michael couldn't help but worry, sweat broke out on his forehead: "What...what are you going to do?"

"The House of Beasts is a legitimate business place that abides by the law and will not do anything illegal." Vincent stood up and walked out: "I want to gather my men and listen to their opinions."

Seeing that he was not killed, Michael felt relieved and said: "Would you rather believe those idiots who can't read newspapers than give professionals a little more time?"

 Vincent went straight out.

 He also wanted to believe in professionals, but professionals did not bring customer flow.

Michael hurriedly followed.

 Fifteen minutes later, all the employees of the Beast Club, including the gigolos, were standing near the stage.

 Martin and Bruce stayed on the far left, waiting for the boss to speak.

Vincent stood on the ring stage, glanced at everyone, and said: "You all know the customer flow of the club, do you have any ideas?"

Hart, the leader of the stylish boy band, was the first to say: "Boss, shall we go back to our old profession?"

Vincent said: "Bruce, if Hart talks such nonsense again, you should throw him into the Atlantic Ocean in the most civilized way."

 Hart glanced at Bruce, his lips trembling: "Shut up."

Michael followed Hart's gaze, saw Martin again, and started making calculations.

 Vincent asked: "Where are the others?"

 No one spoke for the time being.

 Martin has some ideas, but the boss doesn't mention whether there are any benefits.

 Those who bother to do things that are of no benefit must have the consciousness of a wage earner.

"Very good, you are worthy of being my brother. You don't do anything without mentioning rewards." Vincent raised his cowboy hat slightly: "Whoever can steadily double the passenger flow and double the salary of the House of Beasts will be rewarded with US$10,000." When he heard about the $10,000 reward, Michael couldn't help but jump out and said, "I have an idea."

Everyone looked at Michael, but Michael pointed at Martin: "As long as he cooperates, I can solve it."

 Martin was baffled.

 Michael is afraid that others will steal the winnings: “Why can't the club attract a large number of customers? Because we lack star-level dancers!”

 He ​​pointed at Martin: "With his conditions and professional choreography training, I can make him a superstar in Atlanta!"

Martin thought to himself, what kind of hatred, what kind of hatred, you actually want my life? He immediately interrupted: "Boss, this person is too exaggerated. I admit that I am good-looking, but not to the extent he said, and Hart and the others are not bad either."

 Vincent's trust in Michael had collapsed, and his eyes changed: "Ivan, throw him out."

Ivan and his golden retriever brother held up Michael and dragged him out. Michael wanted to shout, but felt something on his waist and quickly shut up.

Vincent asked: "What about you?"

 Including Bruce, their eyes turned to Hart and immediately looked back.

 Hart's brothers are swollen every day, and they don't want this.

 After seeing the benefits, Martin became an excellent wage earner and said, "Boss, I have an idea."

 Vincent looked at the other silent subordinates, turned around and went upstairs: "Follow me."

Just as Martin was about to follow, Bruce suddenly said: "I heard that the veterinarian Bill has a way to treat cattle and sheep. You'd better consult in advance."

“Don't mention the vet to me!” Martin gave Bruce a **** and followed Vincent to the second floor.

 Bruce waited for a long time and there was no movement.

hart clapped his hands and shouted to the other dancers: "Guys, pack a cabinet out of the locker room, we are going to have a new guy."

 Bruce picked up a barstool.

 Hart turned around and left: "Bruce, you said you wanted to be a civilized person."

 The office on the second floor was quiet, and Vincent's face was still covered in the shadow of the cowboy hat.

 What Martin said just now was beyond his, and even his father and brother's, understanding. It was not a means for them to understand at all.

Vincent asked: "Where did you learn this?"

"I'm an actor. I've been on the set since I was 16 years old, studying media and public opinion hype, and dreaming of becoming famous." With Martin's acting skills, it sounds like the real thing: "I have seen many successful film and television cases, and I also understand the style of the media. ”

Vincent asked: "How sure are you?"

 Martin thought for a moment and said, "Sixty percent."

Vincent asked again: "What do you need?"

  Martin said: "Bruce, find a few more reliable people to help me, and the labor and other expenses incurred during the period..."

"The club is responsible." Vincent was not stingy when it came to motivation: "As long as you succeed, your debt will be eliminated, your salary will be doubled, and you will receive a bonus of US$5,000."

 Martin did not ask about failure, and Hart is an example.

 As for the gigolo, he is mentally prepared.

 (End of this chapter)

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